Fetish boots and Bullwhip: Midnight with Madame Wanda
Image this, a decaying manor home, grimly clinging to its former grandeur,standing remoted deep within the English countryside, and inside it a dominatrix referred to as Wanda blew smoke rings and admired her skinny behind within the full size mirror nailed to the wall of her modest dressing room. Touching six ft in heels, late twenties, Wanda was a pale magnificence with beautiful options, tall and willowy, hardly any tits, along with her lengthy black hair tied up right into a bun, smokey eyes and crimson lips. She seemed good, and felt hungry to inflict ache. Her pussy was already tingling on the considered splitting flesh along with her bullwhip, making the little bitch down within the dungeon squeal for mercy. The boxy windowless room, lit gloomily by a low watt bulb, was sparsely furnished and carpet much less, containing a strong oak chest of drawers, filled with bondage clothes, make up and intercourse toys, with an armless workplace swivel chair pushed in opposition to it. Mozart’s ‘Requiem’ performed tinnily on a pair of little audio system related to her smartphone, serving to Wanda give attention to the rituals of degradation she was to carry out. She stubbed out her cigarette and checked her outfit, happy along with her minimalist selection of moist look leather-based thigh excessive boots with kinky heels, black studded physique harness with straps overlaying her nipples with matching waist band and leather-based garter. The sound of footsteps on the steps broke her self-absorption. A tough rap on the door.
“Mistress Wanda, it’s midnight,” got here the gruff voice of the Servant.
Wanda picked up her bullwhip and cracked it in entrance of the mirror, feeling her energy, heels clicking on the concrete ground as she turned and headed for the door.
The cellar was dank and cavernous, used previously to deal with a wine assortment it had been remodeled into an ersatz torture chamber, with a pillory, a picket framework to safe head and arms mounted on a metal submit drilled into the concrete ground, the centrepiece of the makeshift dungeon. Subsequent to it a strong oak desk coated with assorted BDSM paraphernalia together with bondage mitts and cuffs, nipple clamps, speculums, floggers, butt plugs, spanking paddles and a strap on dildo. A few of the gadgets had been nonetheless coated with the shit, piss and blood of their earlier victims. The cellar was atmospherically lit by half a dozen candelabras, whose lengthy candles had been assiduously set alight by the Servant. A squat, cumbersome and highly effective man with a shaven head, wearing a white shirt with a Windsor minimize and black tie, blood flecked white gloves, gray waistcoat and black trousers, the Servant had labored up a sweat getting ready the Slave for Mistress Wanda and he had rolled his sleeves up his beefy arms.
“You may have ready the chamber nicely,” mentioned Wanda, her accent minimize glass aristocratic, honed at stage college years a decade earlier.
“Thanks ma’am,” mentioned the Servant bowing.
She pointed the bullwhip at his naked arms, concerning him disdainfully, “I admire the prepping may be arduous, however actually we should protect our requirements…”
“The paddle Miss?” requested the Servant hopefully.
Wanda rolled her eyes again theatrically, “After all…”
The Servant shuffled over to the desk and picked up a studded picket paddle which he obsequiously offered to his Mistress.
“Properly maintain this,” Wanda mentioned irritably, holding the bullwhip out. ‘And assume the place.”
The Servant took the whip and meekly bent over. Mistress Wanda gave his buttocks one mighty thwack, eliciting a moan that ended with a protracted ‘Ooh…’
“That was a slightly camp ebullition,” mentioned Wanda, arching an eyebrow as they exchanged whip and paddle.
“Go and tidy your self up. Return promptly in half-hour with a cup of Earl Gray.”
“Sure ma’am. Thanks ma’am.”
Mistress Wanda dismissed him with a waft of her free hand. She watched him ascend the steps and exit out the cellar door. Now for the Captive, groaning on the far aspect of the chamber. She picked up a candelabrum and went over to satisfy the flesh.
The Captive was secured to a picket St Andrew’s cross connected to the far wall, standing on the balls of his ft and going through frontwards in an x formed place as leather-based wrist and ankle restraints dug into his meat, moaning softly and rendered mute by a ball gag the Servant had tightened into place. He was an unremarkable and furry center aged man working to fats with thinning blonde hair parted on the aspect. Mistress Wanda stood earlier than him, bullwhip in a single hand, candelabra within the different, her repulsion evident as she appraised him.
Antipathy wrinkling her good visage, Wanda coldly acknowledged, “I’m the hammer, you’re the anvil.” She flicked his uncircumcised half exhausting cock with the bullwhip.
“You actually are a ghastly little specimen.”
Wanda fastidiously positioned the candelabra all the way down to the aspect of the Captive so he was clearly lit and dropped the bullwhip on his ft. She took a candle and held the flame close to the tip of his cock, simply shut sufficient so he feels intense warmth however it doesn’t burn his cock. The Captive tried to cross his legs however succeeded solely in pointing his knees at one another. Madame Wanda’s derisive laughter echoed across the chamber.
“I’m the perfect in breed, you understand, and right here I’m with a frightful little commoner for firm,” breathed Wanda into his ear.
“I’m stunning aren’t I, virtually flawless. Wouldn’t you like to kiss these full crimson lips,” mentioned Wanda, licking his cheek and tasting a mixture of cologne and moisturiser. The Captive shakes his head obediently, concern and pleasure coalescing to create a curiously glazed expression.
“Kisses, bitch,” mentioned Wanda, dripping candle wax onto his chest. She grabbed his cock.
“Aw, little man is difficult,” mentioned Wanda, gently masturbating his cock. The Captive seemed dreamy eyed, no less than till Wanda stretched his cock and trickled wax droplets on it. Eyes coming out of his head, the Captive gave an animalistic grunt. Wanda blew the candle out.
“Now the place ought to I put this?” mentioned Wanda, smearing wax on the Captive’s face. She jammed the candle midway up his ass which made the Captive piss a bit; Madame Wanda took a burst on her clean milky thighs. Recoiling, Madame Wanda spat in his face and uttered, “Scum.”
The saliva dripped from his eyebrows
“You’d like to lick that up wouldn’t you, sewer cunt.”
Madame Wanda picked up the bullwhip and retreated a couple of steps.
“You’re such a bit of shit; I can not, despite the fact that I ought to, consult with you as my slave.”
She cracked the whip expertly; it had a comparatively brief thong measuring 4 ft, and the shock of the sonic increase made the Captive stiffen. The thong simply missed his balls.
“The bullwhip originated as a pastoral device,” mentioned Wanda. “To maintain cattle in line. In some methods it is a household heirloom,” mentioned Wanda, virtually wistful. She raised the whip and watched the Captive flinch in anticipation. Wanda was amused by this, suppressing her giggles as she shakily raised the whip. Then out of nowhere, crack, she flailed the whip and the thong break up open his chest. Wanda stood frozen as she surveyed the deep weal leaking blood, the Captive annihilated however alert sufficient to sense Madame was stunned by the harm. She dropped the whip and approached him. They stood there staring into one another’s eyes and at last Madame Wanda felt related, she stroked his face tenderly and whispered, “Slave.”
Madame licked up some blood from his chest and kissed his brow, the blood mixing with the spit from earlier than and working down his face. Wanda went down on her knees and breathed on his balls. Licking his cock, Wanda gathers his balls in a single hand, the Captive writhing and shoving his cock in her face. Wanda bit his ball sac, not exhausting sufficient to interrupt the pores and skin however sufficient to engender a strangulated whimper. Wanda pulls the candle out of his arse and stands upright, scrutinising the mucus speckled with shit.
“I’d prefer to shove this down your throat however you’d whine like a bitch if I ungagged you. I’m not right into a dialogue with a lump of faecal matter.” Wanda smeared the ass mucus on his face. This appeared to amuse the Captive regardless of his deprivations, his cheeks jiggling across the ball gag. Madame Wanda’s eyes burned crimson, incandescent with fury she stormed over the desk and returned to the Captive with a pair of nipple clamps, two bull clips connected along with a series. She connected the bull clips to his nipples and yanked exhausting. The Captive’s eyes rolled again, discovering the ache beautiful. Wanda gave one other couple of tugs and he twisted and turned like rag doll idly tossed round by a child.
“So that you suppose you’re hardcore, eh, pig twat.”
There was a knock on the cellar door.
“Ah, refreshments. Enter.”
The Servant clumped down the steps holding a silver tray, on which was a pot of Earl Gray tea, two china cups and a jug of milk. Dutifully he poured his mistress a cup.
She accepted it and sipped it cautiously; noticing the Servant had rolled his sleeves down and secured the cuffs with a stunning pair of gold cufflinks she had offered him with, virtually a yr to the day, for his loyal and proficient service. Mistress possessed the frequent contact.
“Glorious Milton, scrumptious and piping sizzling. Possibly our visitor would really like a drink.”
The Servant smiled broadly, “A splash of milk ma’am?”
“I’m nothing however merciful.”
The Servant poured a cup and added a splash of milk. Wanda drained her cup and picked up the opposite.
“This can assist revive you, a very good previous English cuppa.’
Wanda dipped his cock and balls into the brew and it was as if she had delivered an electrical shock, the Captive stiffened, each sinew taut, head stretching upwards and his bowels emptying. Wanda noticed the excrement hitting the ground with horrified fascination. The Servant seemed on blankly; he’d seen all of it earlier than.
“Properly,” mentioned Wanda, “That is all getting slightly distasteful. If solely Marge was right here, she would….elaborate. Scat is actually not my bag. By no means thoughts expensive, what’s previous is prologue. We start once more.”
Wanda kissed the Captive absently on the cheek and turned to the Servant, “Milton, it is advisable muck out the secure later.”
The Servant assented with a bow.
“Wipe the creature down and stick him within the pillory,” Madame Wanda was on the desk, rummaging in a cosmetics bag. She dug out a lipstick and compact mirror.
“If he will get uppity yank his tit chain,” supplied Madame.
The Servant undid the Captive’s restraints and he flopped to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been snipped.
“Crawl to the pillory, canine. On all fours just like the bitch you’re.”
She caught the toe of a boot up his arse crack to information him on the way in which. The Servant picked him up simply and secured his head and wrists within the pillory.
“Face down, ass up. What a sorry fucking spectacle you current. “
Mistress Wanda inspected him contemptuously with narrowed eyes.
“Milton, be a darling and provides his arse a wipe, there’s some moist wipes on the desk, simply get the shit off and dab a little bit of blood on,” mentioned Wanda.
The Servant started his job.
“Depart them on the tray I do know somebody on craigslist who’ll purchase them. You’ll be off to the submit workplace with the previous jiffy luggage once more.”
For a second Milton’s loyally sombre manner appeared to waver, providing a glimmer of a puzzled response shot, however he rapidly knuckled down and cleaned the Captive to Madame’s satisfaction.
“Milton, go and wait outdoors the door. We’re originally of the top.”
The Servant nodded and ascended the steps, crunching the door shut behind him.
“I do want he wouldn’t bloody slam it,” mentioned Madame Wanda irritably.
“Simply I and also you once more, how the mighty fall, right here I’m, diminished to working with a recycled turd like your good self.”
Wanda lazily drew the phrase ‘bitch’ on his brow in pink lipstick and loosed freezing laughter that resonated inside the chamber.
“Take a look at you. Not fairly the large man now are we.”
She confirmed the Captive his reflection within the mirror. He appeared oddly happy by it, which irked Wanda and provoked an informal cruelty. Wanda held his nostril between thumb and forefinger and watched his face go blue and felt her pussy moisten on the terror in his eyes that appeared keen to slip down his checks like a lot melting wax. She launched his nostril and the Captive snorted air greedily. Wanda delivered a crisply executed slap throughout his face, startling the Captive and making him piss once more, the blow exhausting sufficient to mark his left cheek. She turned her consideration to his different finish, lipsticking ‘SL’ on one arse cheek and ‘UT’ on the opposite.
“If solely your mom might see you now,” mused Wanda. “I’m positive she’d be overwhelmed with pleasure.’ She picked up a spanking paddle and delivered a ferocious blow to his buttocks, then adopted it with 4 extra in swift succession. Wanda stepped again to admire the outcomes of the beating, “Your arse is crimson uncooked, expensive boy.”
Wanda sensed the Captive was close to the cosmic connection excessive ritualistic ache and managed humiliation compelled, spent bodily his thoughts was misplaced to the celebs, time to softly information him residence, to engineer a conclusion. She lubed his anus and slid a butt pug in, playfully wiggling. No actual tough stuff now. His cock was rock exhausting, thoughts annihilated. Wanda placed on her vampire gloves; black leather-based with metallic tacks set into the fingertips, and dragged them slowly down his backs.
“Supplying you with goosebumps, child,” breathed Wanda into his ear. She stood behind the Captive and reached round, wanking his prick along with her proper hand and massaging his balls along with her left. Wanda knew silence was what he wanted now, to totally course of the pleasure after all of the ache, to reconnect with the self by means of orgasm. Wanda felt his balls tighten and gripped his cock exhausting, masturbating it quicker. The Captive was mewling softly and thrusting his cock after which it was throughout, three sizzling spurts as he convulsed. Wanda clocked the first rate wad of semen on the concrete ground and considered one other potential craigslist submit.
“Milton,” screamed Madame Wanda.
Madame Wanda stepped out of the bathe feeling cleansed and half human once more. After towelling her hair dry, she slipped right into a thigh size cream gown and flopped on the mattress. Wanda was at all times drained after a session however the ridiculous midnight begin time the Consumer had stipulated meant she might barely preserve her eyes open because the clock edged in the direction of two within the morning. He should have a gothic streak or it possessed one thing psychologically symbolic for him concluded Wanda. The Consumer had paid further and handsomely for the late graduation of actions and in full up entrance, a stipulation of Wanda’s to keep away from any awkwardness when the act was consummated. He had expressed immense satisfaction with the expertise, telling her, as soon as Milton had eliminated the ball gag, that it had been a thoughts blowing, transcendent expertise and she or he was the best dominatrix he had recognized, and he had met many. Wanda had accepted the praise with customary grace and self-deprecation. She had caught to the bullet pointed notes he had emailed her beforehand scrupulously, with just a few minor deviations, essential to instil real concern and gratitude for mercy, the principle one dunking his nuts and balls in a cup of char. Wanda flopped on the mattress. The Consumer was tucked up snugly in one of many visitor bedrooms. She knew nothing about him, apart from he was excessive up within the oil trade and he was loaded. They needed to be, you wanted severe coin to safe Wanda’s bespoke companies. Wanda wanted them to be as nameless as potential so she might deal with them within the summary, just like the corporeal commodities they had been. Milton had patched the Consumer’s wounds up, run him a sizzling bathtub, acquired him settled. The Consumer had declined the provide of beer and sandwiches, as a substitute necking a big brandy and rapidly drifting right into a deep sleep. Within the morning Wanda would breakfast with the Consumer, little doubt he could be urbane and charming, they normally at all times had been, and after he had completed his buttered kippers and grapefruit Milton would drive the consumer to the practice station within the silver Rolls Royce Phantom VI her father bequeathed to her. All a part of the bullshit expertise. Wanda yawned and turned off the bedside lamp, forsaking her standard nightcap of enormous gin and tonic and a cigarette by means of sheer tiredness and lay staring into the darkness, making an attempt not to consider how real concern within the eyes of her Captives actually made her moist, how sooner or later she would possibly simply…Wanda pushed the ideas away, choosing one thing lighter to ruminate on until the blackness swallowed her. One factor that had sincerely perplexed and amused her earlier was the primary phrases the Consumer had uttered when Milton eliminated his ball gag. After gulping air, the Captive had requested, ‘Who’s Marge?”
“Marge,” Wanda had replied, torching a cigarette, “Is a really soiled lady.”
Smiling to oneself, Wanda allowed the evening to soak her up, and she or he loved the sweetest of desires, her heels clicking in phantom recesses.